So this is Ifrane!

Over and over again we had heard how much rain, mist, snow and cold Ifrane gets October through April. Instead, we have experienced day after day after day of magnificent weather... blue skies, crisp air, sunshine, and temps in the 60s and 70s. But after six months with almost no rain or snow, we all grew more and more concerned. The king called for a national day of prayer for rain several weeks ago as the whole country was experiencing drought.

Then on Friday I stepped out into blizzard-like conditions and said to myself, "So this is Ifrane!" All day it snowed leaving 6-8 inches on the ground. I didn't drive Friday, but apparently the town was in mayhem. The king was still here, and "...all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't drive safely because they come from the plain." I need help with my poetry. Anyway, the king's police and military were blocking roads and stuck in snow drifts all over the place because they come from snowless Rabat. To add to the mess, snow tourists flocked to Ifrane to catch a glimpse of the white stuff which almost never falls in the surrounding cities of Fez and Meknes. People covered the streets because the sidewalks were nowhere to be found.

Sunday, Ron and family came up and we found a nice hill and had a wonderful day of sledding (we bought a sled in Spain, rented one from the marche, and used all other kinds of remotely sleddable materials we could find), snowball fights, forts, and hot chocolate. The temps were in the 50s, but in the shade the snow hadn't begun to melt, so it was perfect.